Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.